The unimaginary world of truth.

She would write a poem, but would never publish it.

She would write a song, but would never sing it.

She would imagine a new world, but would never create it.

She thought: “Surely, I am not a poet or a songwriter, or a glorious Creator.”

She thought she was just a confused mind, that was poking its way through the web of someone’s expectations.

She was wrong.

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